User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20151015060553/@comment-3135907-20151017160900

"Oh, flippin' hurrah!" Feffle scooped a pawful of clover, ramsons and an uprooted wild garlic bulb, which he nibbled thoughtfully as they marched. "Should -scrnch- be enterin' th' forest any time -mmf- now, wot."